Chapter 60

• The perspective of Lalaine.
• It appeared as though 10,000 milligrams of caffeine had been injected into the Cooch because she perked up immediately. Slut. I suppose that what she was doing was supporting the motion.
• "Well, for starters, I'd like for you to do something with that gadfly stuff you call hair," Polly said, and I felt her delicately lift one tangled lock of it before dropping it again and rubbing her hands together. You'd be forgiven for assuming that she suspected I harbored some sort of disease. "And then we need to have a talk."